i carve the same words
about love, loss, isolation,
lack of purpose, repetition,
regret, stagnation, sadness,
fear, anxiety, and hurt
with a sharp tongue
into my thoughts
and the brains of others
causing uncontrollable
bleeding, loss of
consciousness,
boredom, and finally death.
i'm sorry to everyone i hurt
that i care about and truly cared
about me.
i'm a fuck up.
a burden.
every chronic disease
can only be prolonged
by the hands of fate for
so long before they tire
and cramp because they've
done all that they've can
and what was meant to
happen, happens,
and no amount of luck,
prayer, money, treatment,
or technology can prevent
my destiny, or yours.
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